Warhammer Fantasy Banshee Novels & Stories

she heard a girl say, she raised her head to see a blonde-haired girl looking at her with smiles. " Hi Catrina, hi Amodeny” she greets the wolf. “ Who are you?” Catrina ask, she has never seen this person before and to think that she can see Amodeny in his wolf form. (Luna she's Ophelia, a banshee) “ Banshee?” Banshees are supernatural humans who can predict death, their screams are so loud, but it helps them get away from danger, and they can transport at least one person at a time.

Making my way to my room, I slipped into my black tactical shirt, pants, boots and gloves readying to head out to what me and the guys called the maze. Sending a text to Papa and Madre that I was leaving and to let Val know, I jumped into my Subaru WRX and took to the wild terrain of my back yard. The bumps and dips toggled me and loosened up my body so that I could enjoy the hunt. I grabbed my walkie and let out a howl, waiting for a signal to go at any moment. "The motherfūcker is back! You're clear to enter into the game Claymore." The nickname given to me by my brothers in arms was code for battle. I clipped the walkie to my Molle webbed belt and picked up my knives sliding them into the

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

His gaze remained riveted on the mesmerizing sight as he added, “need not speak the words your eyes so clearly confess, love.” C O P Y R I G H T This book is solely a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, incidents and/or occurrences are products of the author's imaginations, and have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person(s), living or dead, places or events is purely coincidental. Her Strength Her Bane © 2023 by Laramie. Published by O. A. F., writing under the pseudonym, Laramie.

To Clara, that moment was a gift and she plans on treasuring it forever. She and Melanie made their way to the garden and sat down on a bench. Although Clara had gotten her song she was still confused about how to use it. A banshee's power was quite different and unique than other creatures, the werewolves had twice the strength of a human and are able to shape shift. The witches practiced magic but a banshee had only her voice and her song. Clara wondered how she could use them to her benefit. She had seen how Melanie and Mary made the rogues suffer with only their songs. She had learned that banshees didn't use their power unless necessary. Unlike how the witches and other creatures are qu

She flinched when she saw the shadow in the fire. "Kabir!" She mumbled. "Kabir!" She screamed and tried to run towards it but Damon quickly grabbed her and pulled back. "Mira!" He growled at her angrily as he held back tightly. "Come to your fucking senses, it's just a wild fire!" She flinched at his voice as it broke her trance. "I saw his shadow!... I swear." Her hands trembled as she pointed towards it. Damon looked back and it was just an illusion which flames created.

Even with the scandal that happened last month, she was determined to go and see for herself. Xavier Marchand, the Beta of Shadow Pack, has always followed the rules that his sister called him a stickler that he wanted to prove her wrong. And the chance to do it arrived in the form of blue eyes and blonde hair. Can Xavier do it? Can he ignore the rules and follow his heart instead? 📌Gamma's Game An agreement, a claim, a fate

It is the only way to request a job be done by me since there is no way to reach me, a precaution I took to avoid being assassinated or discovered myself. No one knows what I look like and no one knows where I live. The name given to me at birth, Tessa, was buried that day ten years ago when I began running. Instead, I use many different aliases for the purchase of my many safehouses scattered around the Underworld. I’ve developed my costume over time, and I’d like to think I look pretty badass. I wear a skintight, full body, black outfit. A mask always covers the sharp features of my face, only revealing my piercing emerald-green eyes which are cast in the shadow of a black hood I wear. I h

Alive. I took a shaky step forward, overwhelmed by the rush of their emotions blending with mine. But the relic wasn’t ready to surrender. A low, ominous rumble echoed from the warehouse complex. The ground trembled beneath my feet. From the shadows between the decaying buildings, dark figures burst forward — rogue wolves with glowing eyes and a desperate witch whose hands crackled with stolen black energy. Their snarls and muttered incantations filled the air as they charged straight at us. Spells of twisting, shadowy energy were sent flying toward us.

Given its formidable power, I hesitated, unsure if I should unleash my banshee wail. Tired of being the damsel in distress I figured I would use my banshee scream. I wanted to be able to help and make things okay. So I waited until they got closer to me and used my banshee tone hoping that I could control it to the point I wouldn't kill everyone on the boat.